Listening to that meretricious nonsense was utter torture. If only I had some knitting needles close by, I could have driven them into my ears.
Not bad enough to be so bad it's good; not good enough to be bad.
I've had a preview of his (he's in the revision stage now) and I was disheartened to see that he has latched on to the same awful trope of the bad poem as me - the pun. He has based his rhyme around craic and crack. I must say, it's promisingly bad.